Romano Brothers 소설 & 이야기

“This is my current home address here in London and below that is my phone number. Since you already have your phone back, you can just call me or go straight to this address whenever you want to meet or need something.” Levana took the paper and thanked him. She had a feeling she would eventually need his help one day even though she still wasn’t quite sure what for. “By the way, Levana, there is one thing I want to discuss with you.” Edmund’s expression turned serious. “What is it, brother?” She tilted her head in curiosity. “Those two men who helped you, the brothers, their names are Kilian and Maximus, right?” He asked. Levana nodded, confirming it.

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

He would stay single for his whole life. "Just shut the fuck up and concentrate on the mission Ry. It's not that we are out here for fun. Ofcourse it is fun killing this old hag. And he is the final piece. The end of this vengeance" Rowan retaliated at his brother. Rowan Ferrari and Ryan Ferrari the handsome brothers like what the girls say are not twins but are in the same year. On e born in the starting of the year and one at the end.

Ashton We’re halfway to the club when Grayson stops, and I watch as he places the phone to his ear. He looks annoyed and clearly is shouting. More has happened, but what? Getting from the bike I walk to him as he hangs up. “That was the Waysley brothers. Rizzo tried taking over his clubs today, well, his guys not him.” “He couldn’t start small, could he? He honestly thought taking over a gated biker community would be easy?” He’s a fucking fool.

When the shop assistant had left, he approached him, leaving Brahim to browse the display cases. The youngest of the Tonali brothers was beginning to think that what Brandon had said was true. The empire of his ancestors was losing power. Production had reduced its daily percentage and several of their alliances had broken their ties. They were barely holding on with crumbs. He turned around to find the problem. His brother, the firstborn of the most feared patriarch, was searching through a tray of engagement rings looking for the perfect one for his fiancée. Brahim's jaw tensed, holding back the anger he couldn't release, because everything around him was glass.

“You tried? My son, my only son, is lying in a pool of his own blood, and you come crawling here to tell me you tried?” One of the men starts to speak again, but Luciano cuts him off with a deadly calm. “Who killed him? Who dared to kill my only child??” His eyes speak of vengeance, fury, and unshed tears. He's trying so hard not to let the tears spill. The second man swallows hard. “The Romano brothers, Don. They had a fight with Sir Alessandro. It was in front of the girl. Elena” he explains. “Elena? Elena ... .the girl Alessandro wouldn't stop talking about??” Luciano says to no one in particular. It's almost a whisper.

Until a year ago, when Isabella returned. Every time it rained, Adriano would drop everything and run to her side. He would publicly gift her the most expensive jewels at auctions. He would drop everything to fly her to the southern hemisphere for a vacation, just because she asked. He once promised to take care of me. Then he started calling my brother "the retard," or just "your burden." And when my brother was dying, he had to be with his precious Isabella. A second later, my phone rang again.

"Let them doubt me, Marco. It makes it much easier to eliminate them when they don't see the strike coming." Before Marco could answer, a sharp knock came at the heavy oak doors. A tall man stepped inside wearing a dark, impeccably tailored suit. His face carried traces of Anthony, but his eyes were calmer, colder, and far more calculating. "Julia," he said, his voice a smooth baritone. "My name is Luca Romano." She studied him, her expression unreadable. This was Anthony’s younger brother, the strategist who stayed abroad handling the family’s international businesses and shell corporations. He had arrived too late for Anthony’s final moments, but not too late to witness the chaos left behi

I wouldn’t be searching for a cure if she didn’t make me a toy to vent her anger upon, making me a walking devil without a soul. “Romeo, the attacker of that girl, he’s the older son of the Russo family and elder brother of Dario, Aurelio Russo,” Luca said, looking at me through the rear mirror. The information quite surprised me as I didn’t know he had any brothers. I thought he was the single child of his family. “He had an elder brother? How come we didn’t know that?” I asked, frowning a little. Those people haven’t done anything yet, it does not mean that they are not going to do anything in the near future.

He was pained that Roman had been hurt so much even though his own life was pretty worse. “I would stick by you till eternity, you aren’t a friend Roman. You are my brother, I know I can’t make up for the real one but I’ll stick by because I have the chance the real one never got” Lucas said assuringly while Roman’s eyes shook in their socket. “If I’m to die and come again, I hope we’d still be brothers” Roman said with a smile, and Lucas chuckled at the word “Brother” “Together we would find the man who was the orchestrator of everything and we would watch him die slowly and painfully” Roman gritted and Lucas grinned